You seem altering often your physical love,
Like your t-shirt or hair-pins or fancy hand-glove;
There’s a strong aroma of insincerity,
That exhibits your supreme infidelity.

Can you be sincere even to your very heart?
Leave alone the flimsy love you’re ready to part;
Only when you uncover the mask of your smile,
I’ll know, your love is true to the core with no guile.